CHAPTER NINETEEN
The fake news ticker burned into Elena’s retinas like acid.
“Explosion at abandoned Voss Textiles plant. Police report two bodies recovered so far. Preliminary identification: Elena Voss and associate.”
Below the headline, the grainy security footage looped: Elena and Jax slipping through the chain-link fence, faces clearly visible before the explosions turned everything to fire and rubble.
The silver eclipse watermark pulsed in the corner like a heartbeat.
Theo’s fingers flew across the keyboard, trying to kill the feed, but it was already everywhere.. social media, local news apps, and even a breaking alert on Elena’s own phone.
“They’re burying us while we’re still breathing,” Jax said, voice low and dangerous. He paced the tiny safe-house living room, shoulders
